I had never experienced pain in my life until that day ... the day that Chris touched the plane down in the saturated salty waters of the Pacific Ocean, just a mile or two off the coast of the Californian coastline.

"We're gonna have to swim for it," he advised, just before he landed the jet. Or perhaps 'crash' would be a more suitable word. "We'll definitely be drawing attention landing in a military base in one of
Umbrella's planes."

"Oh god," Claire moaned, "I hate swimming in the ocean. Anything can be down there."

"It's only a short swim," Chris said, "and I'm sure we're all physically fit enough to do it."

"Uh ... Chris," I said pointing to my back, "there's a HUGE cut right here that's just starting to heal from those herbs you gave me."

"At least the salt will disinfect the wound," he replied, shrugging.

"It's gonna hurt like a bitch."

"I can already feel your pain," Claire said, putting her hand on my shoulder. "But you've got to pull through this. We've been through so much, and I hate to think of you drowning from pain just after
we've escaped."

"Yeah, you've got a point," I admitted. "But I'm not going to die, I
won't have it. It's just, I'm a little nervous."

And did I ever have reason to be. From the moment the water started
seeping into the jet, my wound began to sting. I bit my lower lip and forced my arms up, to slide the glass covering of the plane back to release Claire and myself from the back half of the jet. We jumped into the water and began following Chris's lead. The coastline was a clear along the horizon, a dark line about an inch thick with thin skyscrapers reaching for the blue heavens.

"This feels good," Claire commented, "it feels like all the death and disease we've been through is being washed away."

"My, how abstract of you," I said, rolling my eyes. "Heh, wouldn't it be funny if a shark just came and ..."

"Shut up," Claire said, looking back at me, "I don't even wanna
think about that."

"Or maybe if one of those giant Neptune sharks came up and ..."

"Neptune shark?" Claire asked.

"You don't want to know," Chris replied, "Kenny, just be quiet. You're freaking me out too."

"I'm sorry." I had to smirk a little bit. I had managed to let the imaginations of two grown adults get the better of them. Who's the child now?

The warm water felt good against our skin. It heated our bodies with its warmth, allowing the blood to cirulate easier, proving us with adequate oxygen to perform the task. The wound on my back began to get numb, probably getting used to the amount of salt. It still hurt, but definitely not as much as it was when I'd just jumped into the waters.

The coastline was rapidly approaching now, and the thought of being back in civilization was so enticing, I propelled myself harder, stronger and faster to the point where I'd caught up to Chris, who was previously a few meters ahead of me.

"Damn, Kenny," he said in amazement, "did you ever think about joining the Olympics?" He was joking, of course. I'd probably be banned from all the smoke breaks in between training I would take. Hmm ... a cigarette would be nice right about now. This is the longest I'd been without one - three days since the destruction of Rockfort. Then, I began to swim faster.

It felt so good to have my feet on solid ground again. Well I wouldn't really say solid ground - it was sand and the water still came up to my shoulders, but it still beat swimming! The three of us walked over to the beach, eyeing the beachgoers self consciously. They were all swimming happily in the waters in their bathing suits, people of all shapes and sizes. There were chubby children on the beach, building sandcastles, fighting and crying. Teen surfers with bright blonde hair and tanned, toned bodies paddled their way out to the waves from which the three of us walked out from. Fatter, chunkier people with varying amounts of body hair lay sprawled out on the warm sand, some sleeping.

But for those who were awake and about, there was no set of eyes off Claire, Chris and myself as we walked out of the water, dressed fully in battle gear - except me, in a jumpsuit that weighed me down with all the water it absorbed.

"Dudes," one of the young surfers said approaching us. He didn't look out of place amongst his friends, golden skin and shaggy blonde hair. "Did you guys just survive a plane crash or something?"
I looked at Chris and smirked. "Something like that," I replied, earning me a jab to the shoulder from Chris.

"Can you tell me where the nearest payphone is? We need to call for help."

"Well the hospital is just a few blocks away, dudes," the surfer replied. "You guys need some, like, medical attention or something?" Claire blushed upon laying her eyes on him. "I know ... like, CPR and stuff. "

"We don't need ..." None of us needed CPR! We were all conscious for Christ sakes! "Well, Claire might." It was her turn to jab me in the shoulder.

"Okay dudes, you guys need help getting to the hospital?"

"Just tell us where it is," Chris said aggressively, noticing the surfer return the looks that Claire was giving him.

"Uh ... sure," he stammered, "just head three blocks north and it should be on the left hand side of the street."

Without another word, Chris seized Claire by the wrist and started pulling her with him. "Thanks," I said to the guy for his kindness, running to catch up to the siblings. Meanwhile Claire had turned around and waved goodbye to the surfer with the biggest smile spread across her face.

XXXXX

The rain outside was pounding on the fine glass windows mercilessly, threatening to beat them down with their fury. The rapid drops of water reminded me of tiny little fists, beating at the glass … as if they were trying to get inside. A chill ran up my spine. The zombies were relentless … not unlike the rain. Despite the skin and muscle gradually peeling off their bodies, they somehow possessed super human strength, able to break down doors, windows, almost anything to get at their prey.

The scalding hot coffee warmed my hands through the black paper cup that contained it. I brought it up to my lips and sipped gently, sucking the air in to cool it as it entered my mouth. I set the cup back down on the table and hung my head down, rubbing my eyes hard. When was the last time I'd gotten a decent amount of sleep? Three days ago … long enough ago.

Someone brushed by me, the sudden contact with a stranger making me jump out of my seat. It was a young woman, around my age with curly blonde hair. She was dressed a few years older than she looked, however, with a green shawl around her shoulders and an orange sleeveless turtleneck.

"I'm sorry," she apologized, "I didn't make you spill anything, did I?"

I looked down at my lap. "Uh … no," I replied sheepishly. Well how was I supposed to tell her that my sub-conscience hadn't left Rockfort yet, and that I thought she was a zombie?

"My god, Kenny, look at you," she teased. "Your eyes are all droopy, your hair is a disheveled mess and you're drinking coffee! Someone so young shouldn't be …"

"Ashley?" I thought she looked familiar. Who could forget Ashley Graham, the daughter of a senator? Apparently, I could.

"Yeah, fancy running into you here," she said, pulling up a seat. "It's a freaking cold day today with the heavy rain and all. I heard about what happened to Raccoon City." She put her hand on mine and tried to look me in the eye. "I'm sorry to hear what happened to all those innocent people. But I'm glad to know you made it out alive. It's good that the evacuation effort saved some lives."

"Evacuation effort?" I shot her a glare. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, I heard that radio active waste was spilled in Raccoon City. So the government had to evacuate the city."

"Who did you hear that from, Ashley?" I asked, my voice raising.

"Sorry, did I say something wrong?"

I brought my voice back down a notch. "There was no fucking evacuation effort, Ash. Raccoon was left to fend for itself."

Ashley shook her head. "No, you're wrong, Kenny. I heard it from my father himself. There was evacuation attempt for the survivors of the city."

I scoffed. Of course that's what Senator Graham would've told his daughter. He would never say anything to make the U.S. government look bad, even if it involved helping Umbrella cover up their mistake – a mistake that cost over a hundred thousand people their lives. And then I knew what Chris was up against. By going against Umbrella, he and the anti-Umbrella movement were up against the United States government itself! Was this why Chris didn't want me involved? The thought of leaving this corrupted country started to sound really enticing. And the look of hate Ashley was giving me … how ignorant was she? I couldn't blame her, being related to a senator she was bound to have extremely biased views. It was up to me to talk some sense into the girl.

"And why would the government be interested in saving lives?" I asked her. "You've been to Raccoon before, back when we first met. You saw our lifestyle – a quaint little town that nobody cared to know existed. The loss of Raccoon City would mean absolutely nothing to the American economy."

"The government came to help the city because power we possess comes with the responsibility to hold our heads high morally, and help our fellow citizens."

Her blind statements that she was presenting as fact enraged me. "If only you knew how goddamn deluded you are. All they care about are themselves, sitting on their fat asses in the oval office and in the senate, stuffing their faces with doughnuts and making stupid laws, covering up for rich companies that practically OWN them, while the rest of us are working our asses off to meet the ridiculously high living standard!"

"You don't even know half of the shit that goes on in the government system," she retorted, "and don't you even pretend to know. I'll have you know that …"

"All I care to know is the fact that your father, along with the co-operation of his fellow senators did a magnificent job conspiring with the Umbrella Corporation, who was solely responsible for the destruction of Raccoon City!"

There was a stunned silence. My outcry had attracted the attention of the other coffee shop patrons, but I was so enraged, I couldn't have cared less. "I was there, Ashley, and I saw everything. It wasn't radio active waste. It was a goddamn virus that killed people." Now that I've revealed so much classified information, the CIA would be on my tail for sure. I had to be careful with how much more I told Ashley, and the customers of this particular Starbucks joint in downtown Los Angeles, so I conveniently left out the zombification of civilians. "You may think I'm unreasonable, that I'm crazy. But if you seriously want to know what went down in Raccoon, start asking questions. The way things are being run, those that lost their lives in that city will have died in vain, the perpetrators never brought to justice. Start researching the fucking Umbrella Corporation." With the last two words, I slammed my fist on the table with every syllable. Hopefully she got the point.

I could tell that she hadn't taken anything I said into consideration when she stomped her foot on the tile floor and stormed out the door, practically crashing into an incoming customer as she went, out into the pouring rain. Spoiled little rich bitch.

I blinked my eyes, trying to make myself forget everything that had just happened. Was this how I was doomed to think forever? Would the most obscure occurrence remind me of Raccoon City, Rockfort Island, and Umbrella's Antarctic base? I couldn't afford to, not when I had the rest of my life ahead of me. Chris and Claire were very supporting of me. Nobody seemed to approve of my decision to return to Japan at first, but then again, they understood that I had nowhere else to start my life over again. And they also knew that I was one of the only ones lucky enough to have that opportunity.

Leon had joined some kind of government agency as a result of his experience in Raccoon – I'm not sure what kind exactly. He's not at liberty to say. I've asked him about their legitimacy, but I trust Leon's opinion and he had made it quite clear they were the real thing. Claire and Chris had made it a life goal of theirs to take down Umbrella. That horrible company – my employers – had messed with their family for the last time. They hired Wesker who was responsible for attempting to feed Chris and the other S.T.A.R.S. members to their horrible creations. And then Claire almost got killed twice during her search for her brother, having been driven to obscurity by Umbrella. I'm more than ashamed to admit that I allowed that company to pull me into their ranks.

"Long time no see …"

"Jesus!" I cried, jumping from my seat, noticing then that I had zoned out.

"A little jumpy, are we?" Leon asked, his lips spreading into a childish grin. "I had a tough time finding this coffee joint," he explained, glancing at his watch. "You throw a rock and it'll hit five Starbucks locations. Sorry I'm late."

"It's alright," I said, waving off his apology, "I've barely touched my drink anyway." I clasped the paper cut in my hand. "I don't need this stuff to keep me awake. The nightmares do a good enough job."

"I'd tell you to leave it all behind," Leon said, pulling up a wooden chair, sitting right across from me at the small round table. He placed his elbows on the surface and leaned forward. "But I've been having trouble forgetting it all myself." His voice was lower this time, more quiet.

"Do you think Umbrella will find me?"

"Honestly," Leon replied, taking in a deep breath, "I don't."

"It's just that they've got spies all over the place and …" Hmm … it was possible that someone important could have heard my latest outcry of information, when Ashley was here. Should I tell Leon what I'd done? No, that would jeopardize his obscurity.

"You know," he said, looking up thoughtfully, "it's a good thing you decided to leave the country. At first, I thought you could just carry on your life here in the States like nothing ever happened. But with a company like Umbrella having such influence in our government system, going overseas is a smarter, safer idea."

"It's just … hard," I admitted regretfully, "to leave everyone I know."

"I'd be more worried about starting up my life over again in a foreign land."

"You've got a point."

"I mean, I'm lucky in a sense that I've already gotten a job offer with the government. But you're still a high school kid with no family. So, if you ever need any help over in the land of the rising sun, you know who to call, right?"

"We'll all be here for you, kiddo," a third voice said.

I looked up, wondering who the speaker was. It didn't sound like anyone I met recently, yet it sounded strangely familiar. "Officer Ryman!" I cried in surprise. "You're alright!"

Officer Kevin Ryman stood there, just beside Leon with a piping hot, black coffee in his hand. He was an officer with the R.P.D., who I assumed perished with the rest of the city. But now that he was standing in front of me looking healthy as ever, it didn't surprise me that he survived the outbreak. Officer Ryman was a popular guy among those who worked at the precinct, known for his optimism and his carefree personality. He was also athletically superior to most of the other officers, perhaps even to Leon. I didn't get to know him too well during my time working there, but just knowing that an acquaintance had survived that same horror I went through, it was like we were best friends all of a sudden. "You boys mind if I join you for a few minutes?"

"Certainly," I said, tipping my chin at a nearby seat. "Move over, Leon." Kevin wrapped his free arm around the backrest of a vacant seat and brought it over to the table. His long brown bangs brushed in front of his eyes, partially obscuring his vision. He took a sip of his coffee after sitting down, spilling a little on his razor-stubbled chin.

"Ouch, that hurts," he said as he ran his hand across his jaw. "Good ol' five o'clock shadow."

"It's good to see you're alright," I said.

"Same here," he replied. "I'm glad I finally got back in touch with you folks. I was starting to wonder if anyone made it out of Raccoon City alive besides me and the band of survivors that escaped with me."

"There are others?" I asked, slamming my hands down onto the table in surprise.

Leon nodded in response. "Kevin told me about the seven other survivors that left Raccoon with him. It seems that you, Claire, Sherry and I weren't the only lucky ones."

"Out of a city of a thousand people, twelve escaped with their lives." I shook my head in disbelief. "It's so tragic."

"But it really gave us time to think," Kevin added. "We were a small mid-western town. All we knew was our town, our neighbors, and the surrounding terrain. We knew practically nothing about the rest of our country, let alone the world. But since Raccoon's destruction, I've seen more in those three months than I have in my lifetime."

"Where did you go?" Leon asked.

"Just all over," Kevin replied, shrugging, "looking for a new job. I mean, it sucked that our home got destroyed, and having all those people die. But for me, the incident has taught me to go out and look at what else waits for me, and to value my life. Everything before the incident now seems like a waste."

I nodded in agreement. "For the lucky few that escaped with their lives, we've definitely learned a valuable lesson about life itself."

"So what's it like to be back in civilization, Kenny?" Leon asked. "After your time at Rockfort, it must feel really good to be back on the mainland, not some desolated island run by a cross-dressing nutcase."

"Uh … about me joining Umbrella …"

"Don't worry about it," Leon said, understanding what I was getting at. "It's just that I never expect you to go with Mr. Hunk so willingly."

"I went for two reasons," I explained. "The first, and the most important one was to protect you and the others from Umbrella by giving them what they wanted – me. And secondly, I wanted to find out more about where I come from, my history and all that."

"And did you find what you were looking for?"

"No," I admitted. "It turns out that Umbrella knew as much about me as I knew about myself. Just that my father was a Chinese citizen working as a researcher for a crime syndicate in Japan known as Shadowlaw. He was working on some kind of technology that worked with living organisms to enhance their capabilities – similar to Umbrella's virus research. To protect his work from Shadowlaw, he sold it to Umbrella, thinking they were just a harmless pharmaceutical company. But my father caught onto Shadowlaw's plans – they wanted his work for themselves. Shortly before he was assassinated by his employers, he hid his work in a chip inside my body. Because he was killed, the technology was never delivered to Umbrella, though they had already paid a large sum of money for it. Since it was inside of me, they decided to take me."

"You'd think they would try to research that technology inside of you," Kevin said, taking another sip of his drink.

"I don't think they found a way of taking a sample of it from me without killing me."

"Why would Umbrella value your life?" Leon asked. "They mercilessly destroyed an entire city to cover up their tracks. What do they care about human life?"

"I was training in their military training facility on Rockfort," I explained, "and the big wig of the island, Alfred Ashford grew fond of me and my abilities. I think he had something to do with convincing Umbrella to leave me in one piece. He's indirectly saved my life."

"So what exactly is this technology all about, anyway?" Kevin asked.

"I haven't figured it out myself," I said, "but all I know is that it helped me escape infection from the T-Virus, and in my fights against Wesker and Alexia."

"Man," Leon said, raising his eyebrows. "If this technology acted as an agent against the T-Virus, I'm not surprised that Umbrella's suspicions would be raised. Hell, I'd like to know how it works, myself."

"Well, we've got no time to figure that out," Kevin said, glancing at his wristwatch. "We've got to get your luggage checked in."

"Um …" I said, motioning to the floor around me. "I've got no luggage. Everything was destroyed."

"Alright," Leon said, getting up from his seat, "I didn't want to ruin the surprise for you, but I think I'm going to have to now."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, curiously.

"Everybody's at the airport right now," he explained. "We've all gathered there to see you off, and grab a quick bite to eat before you board your flight. Think of it as kind of a last meal together."

"But … I …" I tried to say something, but my mouth seemed to have a lot of trouble forming the most basic words. Kevin and Leon stood with their arms folded across their chests, smiling proudly. I was speechless.

XXXXX

The departure gates were right beside a large glass window spanning the entire wall of this particular airport wing, through which takeoffs and landings could be viewed. The planes landed gracefully, despite their rapid speed, engines screaming the whole way down until they sped off to the arrival gates somewhere on the opposite end of the airport.

I had my face pressed against the windows, gawking at these magnificent machines. It had only been two years ago that I first arrived in the United States, and that was the first time I'd ever flown. This was my second time and the prospect was equally exciting. I felt a warm hand find a place on my shoulder.

I turned around to see who it was – a pretty dark blonde, almost brunette girl with short hair, contrasted well with form fitting navy blue T-shirt. Now here was a face I had never expected to see again. I thought she'd died in Raccoon City when it was eliminated. We weren't exactly friends in high school, at least after it had dissolved but I was happy nonetheless that she was standing right in front of me.

"Lisa Hartley," I said, a relieved smile washing over my features.

"Kenneth Feng," she replied, throwing her arms around me.

We stood there for a moment, crying in relief for each other, crying for all the hardships we'd gone through from losing our beloved mountain community. We had nobody to look out for us now. We were in the same boat. The only difference was in the near future, I would be halfway across the world.

"Fancy runnin' into you here, man," I heard a second voice say, coming from just behind Lisa. Through my teary vision, there stood her boy toy, the same one the uptown kids and I used to torture in high school. His long blonde hair had been cut short now, close to his head. I must admit he didn't look as trashy anymore.

"Jack!" I cried like a fucking woman. But I didn't care at that point. I was just happy to see I wasn't the only high school student to make it out of Raccoon City alive. He reached over and we gave each other a hug, patting each others' backs like the real men we were.

"My goodness, how did you get out of the city?" Lisa asked.

"I was going to ask you the same thing!" I said.

Lisa and Jack looked at each other and back at me. "It's a long story," she said.

"One that deals with spiders, a chicken-shit cop, large rotting zombies in trench coats …" Jack elaborated.

"I don't imagine your story would be much different," Lisa said, elbowing me lightly in the ribs.

"Only mine has a giant carnivorous worm and yours doesn't," I replied. And the fact that mine was three months longer than theirs was, but I wasn't going to go into the details about Umbrella recruiting me for their twisted plots. I wasn't about to jeopardize my anonymity. "Who else made it out?"

Lisa didn't respond. Instead, she looked towards the ground and shook her head solemnly.

"You mean … Justin, Julie, Phil, Sarah … everyone?" She nodded her head in response to each name that I listed off. I could feel a cold knife stab into my heart. Everyone I had known for two years in high school, with the exception of Lisa and Jack, they'd all died in the zombie onslaught.

"All the people who showed up at my birthday party," Lisa whispered quietly. "They're all …" But she refused to finish her sentence. "I'm glad you didn't end up coming, Kenny. I really am."

"So …" I wanted desperately to change the subject. We would find time to talk about this later, probably through email or something. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Jack and I are taking a trip together," she said enthusiastically looping her arm around his elbow. "We're going to Mexico. What about you?"

"I'm leaving the country," I said. "Going back home to Japan."

Their expressions sagged. "Oh."

"We all have to start over somewhere after losing Raccoon, right? Well there's no other place left for me here. I'm just going to see what I can do if I go back home."

"I was hoping we could exchange contacts and keep each other informed once we get back from Mexico," Lisa said. "But I guess … I guess just because you're going to be overseas doesn't mean we can't still do that, right?"

I smiled, and we exchanged our email addresses, promising to keep in touch after such a traumatic experience. I found myself interested in hearing how Jack and Lisa survived Raccoon City. Given the circumstances in that necropolis, it's a miracle anyone made it out alive, period. I thought I was extremely lucky by running into people who helped me escape in the end. If it wasn't for them, I might've never made it out. What were the chances that they would be equally lucky? I caught myself pondering this as I watched them walk away towards their departure gate, on the other side of the airport.

"Are you ready to take off, Kenny?" It was Claire, looking quite refreshed, in comparison to the way she looked back in Rockfort, despite having the exact same clothes on – the red, flaming jacket with short black sleeves, and her tight blue jeans. Claire's chestnut hair was hanging freely today, and she looked far more attractive with it worn down than up in a ponytail.

"Yeah, thanks for the dinner," I replied. "It'll be awhile before I can come back to the States, before I can have such greasy food again!"

"Be careful when you're out there on your own," Chris advised, stepping closer from where he stood behind Claire. He wrapped his arms around my body in a tight hug and patted my back, saying, "I'm gonna miss you, Squirt!"

"I'm gonna miss you guys too, Chris," I replied, returning the gesture.

Claire sniffed. "Oh, damnit," she said as tears began running from the corners of her eyes. "I told myself I wouldn't cry." She gently shoved Chris out of the way and then hugged me, burying her face into my shoulder. "You behave yourself, okay? Write us whenever you get the chance."

"You know I will," I replied, hugging her closely.

"Don't waste your life away," Jill advised, approaching from beside Chris, with Barry watching along behind her. "It's so sad this is the first time we meet after Raccoon's disaster, but I'd rather have it this way, than if we hadn't made it out at all." I nodded in agreement. "Chase your dreams! And I want to see you defending me in court some day. I know you're doing to be a damn good lawyer."

"Alright kids," Kevin spoke up, "we might want to let Kenny go soon or he'll miss his flight." I had to tear myself away from Jill and Claire with a lot of difficulty. How could I so readily leave them behind? They'd been like mothers to me while Chris and Leon were like the big brothers I never had.

"Kenny," Leon said, scratching his shoulder, "dude, it's been fun … and … uh … sorry, I'm not good with goodbyes."

"That's good enough," I said, biting my lip, "if this gets anymore emotional, I'll turn into a sobbing wreck. So please, let's just leave it like this."

I turned my back on the group quickly and started heading for the departure gate, in front of which stood an airport attendant, asking for passengers to display their passports. I could just feel everyone's eyes, glaring through my back. I had to turn around for one last look, and I did. All seven of them were waving with forced smiles masking their sorrow to see me go. Somehow, Barry had produced a handkerchief and was waving it at me, just like you see people do in really old black and white films.

I turned back away from them at that instant, and clasped my hand over my eyes. My hand was getting wet from the tears now. I felt more embarrassed after realizing that the airport attendant, a complete stranger, was going to see me like this. I displayed my passport for her and mouthed the word, "sorry."

"It's alright," she said, waving her hand, "I work here. I see this kind of thing everyday."

Ah, what the hell. I've already started bawling like a baby, a complete stranger had already seen me, I might as well let the others see me too. I turned back around to face them and waved like a maniac, who returned the gesture enthusiastically.

But then I saw something that completely shocked me, effective enough to stop the flow of tears, enough to cause the smile on my face to fade away. Leaning conspicuously on a pillar just a few meters behind where Chris and the others stood was Billy Coen, with his arms folded, looking at me just passed the top rims of his dark shades. He gave me a thumbs up. And it took me a moment to get over the shock and reflect the action back at him. I did it subtly, not raising my forearm too high, making sure that Chris and his police officer co-workers weren't made aware of Billy the convict saying goodbye in his own way. I couldn't let that happen, seeing as how it was because of Billy and Ada that I'd made it out of Raccoon alive.

And that completed the goodbye package. An unexpected feeling of tranquility came over me, knowing I was leaving everyone on a good note. I turned around and headed deeper into the departure wing, looking for the gate number printed on my boarding pass. I rounded a corner and everybody I had known during my stay in Raccoon City, from the beginning up to its destruction, disappeared almost like magic. The peaceful feeling that overcame me was still going strong as I scanned my memories of the horrible events that occurred in the past three months. I was leaving it all behind. I couldn't help smiling as I realized that. Somewhere deep down inside me, there was also a feeling of accomplishment. How many other fifteen year olds had survived Raccoon? My friends, Lisa Hartley and Jack Carpenter did. Well they weren't really my friends, but since running into each other a few minutes ago, our reaction to each other's presence was far different than they'd been in high school. That made us the only high school students to survive Raccoon. And me, I was the only high school student in the whole city to fight off zombies, crazed dead S.T.A.R.S. captains, Umbrella BOWs, secret agents from strange corporations that rival Umbrella, and sexually confused generals … the only one to survive the resident evil in a world of the undead.

THE END